Dad’s first SMS

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I love my Dad. He can be gruff and grumpy, but also incredibly cute. He’s had an ancient Nokia for five years and finally decided it was time for an upgrade.

He wanted an iPhone 4 because a business associate had one. “It’s the only phone I’ve ever seen that makes sense,” he said. So I taught him the basics of using the iPhone over the weekend.

This is a man who doesn’t use a computer and has never sent an SMS. He teases my mother about her Facebook addiction. He doesn’t quite understand what my husband and I actually do every day for a living.

Yet I’ve never felt more proud of my Dad than when he sent me this yesterday:


The FAT cat sat on the mat

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The husband, Alistair, and I have had Boo for five years. A new neighbour took her in when her original family emigrated. He travelled a lot and soon she came over to our flat more and more, crying to be let inside. She really just chose us. Our neighbour didn’t mind. Besides, you can’t change a cat’s mind.

The husband didn’t grow up in an animal-mad family like I did, but he absolutely adores Boo. She’s an indoor cat who’s very relaxed and affectionate, which also means lazy and fond of food.